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 May 2016 Ysabel
m i a
darling,
don't fall in love with me
to fast,
for i have such,
a broken past,
filled with,
relationships that
didn't last,
failing class
after class,
and watching my heart being
shattered just like glass,
so,
let's take things slow,
and let what we have,
continue to slowly grow.
in which a girl and a boy, decide not to fall in love too fast, but enjoy their process of understanding and learning to truly love each other.
 May 2016 Ysabel
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 May 2016 Ysabel
ej
I broke this and I shouldn't try to fix it

I broke this and I can't fix it
 May 2016 Ysabel
hfallahpour
Believe it or not
someone is thinking about you
but can't prove that it's true
 May 2016 Ysabel
mike dm
i feel
like
space
given
shape,

a web
crawler
whose spinnerets
spit out
time,

leading toward
something
genuine and
whole and

present.

fear does not define me.
i am energy,
incarnating

now.

things can be silly.
i can allow myself
to feel

joyous

without stressing about
capturing the moment -
enjoying things as they come..

i am density
in hand with
fluidity.

i am
river rock
and rivulet -
i sit, center,
pool,
eddy

and
swim off

downstream.
When second sight is on me
I can see your future history
some things distorted
lost are we
when second sight
drops in on me.

An ocular refinery is
visionary gold to me.

Drift into the consciousness,
the universal ballroom,
press
up close and dance real slow.
 May 2016 Ysabel
ForgottenDiety
Poetry is not
a pain in the ***,
it's our little escape
from facing our past.

It does not condemn,
belittle, nor judge our craft,
for poetry itself,
is a mysterious path.

Poetry
belongs to everyone:
Those who bleed words
and fight inner man.
Those who love sharing tales
and even those who have fell.

But whatever life that you have
right now,
Poetry will care atleast
what happened to the sonnet
you forgot to finish.*

(c) ForgottenDiety
Poetry is everything for me.
Second poem.
 May 2016 Ysabel
m i a
[ w e e d s ]
 May 2016 Ysabel
m i a
you were a ****,
and i was a flower,
you held greed,
and i held power,
but one day,
the sun came out,
and with no doubt,
you recieved all the light,
and i had to fight,
to get was rightfully mine,
you kept growing taller,
as i kept getting smaller,
i loss my beauty,
my petals,
you were tearing me apart,
you were weakening my heart,
i'm tired of this,
now is the time,
that i start,
to take back what was mine,
it's going to be a long process,
but i'll just progress,
further than i have before.
for you are the ****,
that holds greed,
and i am the flower,
who holds power.
the **** represents anxiety, while the flower represents all of us who are fighting this terrible mentality. stay strong.
 May 2016 Ysabel
Free Bird
Gullible
 May 2016 Ysabel
Free Bird
They tell her that's she's gullible
They tell her she's naive
All she wants is to see the best in people
She truly just wants to believe

That there are still good people out there
Decent people, like herself
That live their lives with integrity
Helping others for more than an exchange of wealth

Yet time && time again,
People seem to take advantage
Of her kind hearted nature
Of her willingness to always bandage

Everyone else's wounds
All she really wants to do is mend
The hearts of all the broken
To listen whenever they need a friend

The girl whom is always helping
To fight other people's battles
The one that you deem weak
For helping piece back those who have been dismantled

Though she feels all alone at times
Though she could use help with some stuff
She'll never ask for anyone's aid
For her, helping them out is enough
Kindness is not weakness, it is strength.
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